Diary Dialogues

This book did not begin as an intention to publish. It emerged slowly, from a question that has accompanied my work across neuroscience, psychology, therapeutics, and lived clinical experience: why do certain patterns of response, regulation, and meaning-making feel deeply personal and consistent, yet remain difficult to articulate within existing scientific frameworks alone? Over time, I became increasingly aware of a gap. Contemporary science has given us powerful tools to

As this year draws to a close, I find myself pausing — not to review achievements, milestones, or outcomes, but to feel . To feel the weight of what this year asked of me — the responsibility, the decisions, the moments that required strength before I felt ready for it. And also to feel the warmth of what it gave back — often quietly, often unexpectedly, and rarely in ways that could be planned. This has been a year that reminded me that life is not only lived in visible prog

A saree is more than what we wear. It carries memory — not stored in words, but in the body. In the way the fabric settles against the skin. In the familiarity of folds learned over time. In the weight and fall that quietly remind us of where we come from, even as we move forward. A saree also holds movement. It teaches us how to walk, how to pause, how to gather ourselves before stepping into a space. There is an awareness that comes with wearing it — of posture, presence, a

There are moments when I look in the mirror and hesitate — not because I don’t like what I see, but because I don’t fully recognise her anymore. My face has changed. And with it, the way people look at me has changed too. The medication that saved my life also altered it — perhaps forever. I am grateful for the science, for the intervention, for the chance to continue. And yet, I am allowed to grieve what it took from me. Both truths can exist at the same time. Some changes a

A powerful reflection on letting go of perfection, embracing imperfection, and rediscovering strength in softness. An invitation to be real, human, and enough—just as you are.

They say a soul chooses its mother—not the world it will be born into. Not the wealth, the timing, or the circumstances. Just her . This...

This is not a story of soft lullabies and sunshine-filled memories. It is the raw, unfiltered truth of a mother who fought every day—not on battlefields, but in the quiet wars of the mind.

After a period of deep personal healing and silence, Dr. Neha Sharma shares her first public message with the Vedansh and Aarogyam community. In this heartfelt reflection, she expresses gratitude for the patience and support of partners and members, speaks candidly about her health journey, and announces her return—with renewed clarity, presence, and purpose.

In the stillness of the unknown, I found not answers—but the quiet courage to begin again.

A powerful reflection on the emotional battle between heart and mind when love turns into confusion.

Human choices are heartbreakingly complex. Yet no reasoning fully explains why someone chooses harm over love.

My Dearest Future Self, I need you to hear this from the deepest corner of my heart: you matter. Standing here, at the gentle...

This is not just a story of parenting. It is a story of growth, of love that deepens through challenge, of learning

I don’t know if I’ve learned enough to fully understand it all. But then again, was it ever about knowing everything before beginning to...

**“In the quiet spaces beyond judgment, true exploration begins—where curiosity meets courage, and understanding emerges not from certainty,

Life used to be a stream, full of norms and regulations that seem genuine but which I don't think I've ever really encountered....

The news of maasi passing feels unreal, as if somehow the world got it wrong. She was my aunt by name, but in heart, she was so much more.

Raising my little boy has been a journey filled with both immeasurable love and indescribable pain. From the beginning, I sensed...

Home—a word that echoes with warmth, comfort, and familiarity. Yet, as I sit in the midst of chaos, I find myself grappling with the...

"In the deepest corners of a mother’s heart lies a love so profound, it often transforms into an unspoken guilt when her child faces...